My dearest friends, my most cunning of enemies…

Thus ends Movember…

For the last 30 days, myself and a group of brave men at Viewpoints (and others, throughout the world) adorned a curious outcropping of bristle upon our lips to raise awareness (and greenbacks, in the parlance of mustachioed men gone past) for men's cancer research and eradication.

And, I must say, I felt quite saucey…I was compelled to wear the finest of suits, sip only the priciest of cognacs, and smother my hair with only the greasiest of greases. But now, alas, the time has come to return to my slovenly ways, so I leave you, now, cruel world, less one mustachioed gentleman. Thank you to all who contributed to the cause, it is surely quite worthy…

And to my mustache, I say, arividerchi…

We shall meet again…